Page 15 of 7 Miles High
Chapter 6
Natalie
Okay, so he’s a god in the bedroom. Thor, Hercules, and Superman all in one.
I can say with absolute certainty I’m never going to forget what I will forever refer to as the night of endless pleasures.
But what now? Am I supposed to go back to sex that pales in comparison? For the rest of my life? Just concentrate on my career? I’d hate to think I peaked at thirty. I did not think this through.
It’s four forty-five a.m. and we haven’t slept yet. I’ve been up almost twenty-four hours. In addition, I lived through airplane terror, Coco Bongo, and three hours of acrobatic sex. I’m wearing down.
He, on the other hand, doesn’t show fatigue. Stamina Man, that’s my new secret name for him. I’ve sampled his superpower and it’s otherworldly.
We sit naked and cross-legged on top of the bedding, finishing the room service feast. Looking like we’ve been locked in for days. My braid was undone long ago and now my hair’s bedhead messy. Last night’s smokey eye makeup is mostly on the pillows, right by the lipstick marks. Proof I was ass up face down a few times.
Parker’s look isn’t much better. He has an ice pack on his shoulder. It’s aching from when he hoisted me against the wall. And the skin under his bottom lip is bruised from eating pussy for so long. Whenever my eyes settle on it I smile in memory of his skills.
Unfortunately, that’s not his only draw. I’m also finding him fascinating.
We’ve been talking for an hour. The kind of conversation you get lost in.
Real.
This would be our default setting were it to be an actual relationship. Not the ships passing in the night kind we’re in. For some reason it’s deceptively comfortable, as if we’ve known each other a long time.
My smarter self whispersIt’s just illusion.
“So, what do you want out of life?” he says, feeding me a spoonful of ice cream.
“I want to be desperately happy.”
He takes it in as I get the last lick. An eyebrow raises. “Have you ever been desperately happy?”
“So far, just with myself. But I’m hopeful some day in the future someone else might be included.”
His head tilts with my answer and his mouth curves into a smile.
“You’re an interesting woman. Don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”
“Oh yeah? We hardly know each other,” I say, wiping up the chocolate sauce that dripped on my leg. I lick my finger.
I can tell he likes watching how my mouth moves, because one corner of his smile turns up. Then he looks into my eyes and gets serious.
“That’s not true. I know when you’re scared you quietly pray. I know your eyes get darker when you’re aroused. And I know you’re trying not to like me too much.”
The words hit me where my heart lives. Stunning me silent for a few beats.
“Do you always pay such close attention?” I say.
“No.”
I can’t hold in the grin. The man is charming me.
* * *
Opening the door to my own room, I toss the key and take in the view. The wall of glass showcases sunlight on the sea, the bright-red umbrellas and chaises, and a nearly empty Coral Beach. It’s still early.
Too early to call the girls?
